CHAPTER XIV.
HOPE'S HARVEST, AND THE FAR-OFF INTEREST OF TEARS.
The soul is monarch of three kingdoms.

Man lives at once in the present, the past and the future.

Memory presides over yesterday; to-day is ruled by reason; to-morrow is under the sway of hope.

The ancient seer who stood by the historic vine reflecting how the rain of yesterday had disappeared to give its sweet liquors to the roots only to reappear to-morrow in purple clusters, gave us a beautiful image of himself.

Each human life is like unto a vine--its trunk manifest in the present; its roots deeply buried in the past; its branches throwing themselves forward, ripening fruit for days to come.